Lemonade

4

"Here you go, Ma'am." the waiter whispered, placing the plate of cheese sticks in front of Kim.

"Thank you!" Kim smiled, taking one in her fingers and popping it into her mouth.

"Will that be all?" he asked, looking at Niall.

The irish man looked at Kim and raised his eyebrows, "Anything else, my love?"

"Nada. I'm good." Kim whispered, taking more cheese sticks in her hand.

"That's all." Niall nodded at the waiter.

He nodded and trudged back to the kitchen.

"Can't believe it took that long to get my wife cheese sticks." Niall grumbled.

"Can I have some?" he asked Kim softly.

"Mhm." she nodded, slightly pushing the plate towards Niall.

"What the hell?" Harry screamed, "Why was I not allowed to get cheese sticks from your plate?"

"Because he's my husband, you idiot." Kim scoffed.

"I'm your friend!" Harry defended.

"Are we married?" Kim asked.

"No-"

"Then shut up, Harry."

Everyone, including Harry, laughed.

"Man, it's like the only thing that changed about Kim was that she's gotten sassier and moodier."

"A whole lot sassier, lads." Niall shook his head, kissing Kim's temple softly.

"You love me?" Kim whispered, leaning on Niall's body amd looking up at him.

"Always, baby."

"Everything that comes out of these two's mouths are gaggable." Liam mumbled, taking the bottle of champagne, that Zayn brought, in the middle of the table and pouring himself a glass.

"'Gaggable'?" Niall asked.

"Yes," Liam answered as he took a sip, "something worth gagging about."

"Like my dick, Liam?" the blonde boy challenged.

"I've seen your dick, Horan. It's not that big." Liam jests.

"Oh, but it is." Kim shrugged, taking a sip of water.

Everyone laughed, shaking their heads at what Kim just mumbled.

"The Queen has spoken!" Harry cheered, "You lost, Payno."

"My dick is bigger than that." Liam defended, pointing at Niall's direction.

"Trust me, it's not. I've seen yours. But if you meant bigger than this cheesestick in my hand," Kim pondered, as she stared at the food she's holding, "then yeah sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Liam."

"Holy fuckin' shit!" Louis hollered, clapping his hands.

"How the fuck does she do that?" Zayn laughed, rubbing Liam's back.

"And if you were all wondering," Kim adds, "I don't think any of your dicks can beat Niall's."

"Excuse me?" Harry gasped, taken aback at what Kim just said.

"You heard me." she chuckled.

"You fucking think Niall's dick is bigger than mine?" Harry asked.

"Yes."

"Then you clearly haven't seen mine."

"I have and I'm forever traumatized by how small it is, Haz." Kim smiled.

"Alright," Niall stopped as he laughed with his friends, raising his hands, "that's enough. You all would probably be dead right now if you weren't my friends. Stop showing my wife your fucking dicks, wankers."

"I bet she likes it!" Zayn joked.

"I like my husband's dick. Not your cheesestick-sized ones."

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Kim ended us once again."

"How are you all not used to this?" Niall laughed.

"We are!" Louis argued, "She just does it different everytime and it's fucking appalling."

"Right?" Niall agreed as he shook his head, "It's like she was naturally born a sassy bitch. I'm proud."

"Ah, typical." Zayn nodded, "An asshole husband proud of having a bitchy wife. Sell that to the directors of Hollywood and we can beat The Notebook!"

Everyone, once again, laughed. It's like whenever they get together, that's all they ever do.